Piper.
"You know nothing, Piper," Zoe spat, her face a mess of streaked mascara and tear-stained cheeks, but her eyes burn with a stubbornness that catches me off guard.
"Zoe, no," I plead desperately. "You’re not going back to him. Not after everything he’s done to you. He doesn’t deserve your pity—he doesn’t deserve you."
She jerks her arms free, her eyes narrowing at me as if I’ve said something offensive and unforgivable. “You don’t get to decide that,” she snaps, her voice shaking with anger and something else—maybe fear. “Zack needs me now more than ever. He’s hurt, and I’m not going to abandon him.”
“Zoe, he dragged you by your hair and—”
“It wasn’t a big deal!” she yells, cutting me off. My mouth falls open in shock. “What happened… It’s not some big, unforgivable thing, okay?
